Chapter 47 Mass Murder

Ahio blinked slowly looked at Lian, in the end, turning to look at the ghost already biting her chest.

"Obviously I wasn't careless, but godly speed this ghost is indeed beyond capabilities," thought Ahio.

The angel of death's eyes closed, resigned, and surrendered. Without any remains, the angel of death's body was eaten by the kuyang.

***

"Hah!"

Ahio woke up soaking wet and covered in blood, not a single of skin flawless visible, there was only that of a human being covered in substance liquid iron.

On the other hand, Lian's condition is not much different, lackluster and small.

"A total of 150 people died due to the Kuyang ghost incident, and 75 victims died in the undead tragedy. Now the world is in chaos. However, human life may stay good. They are intelligent creatures who have 1001 alternative ideas." Ell dictates a list of victims of two tragic incidents.

"Huh, I don't care," said Ahio still confused. She was in a daze.

Still, in confusion, the angel of death looked up. "Let's create an effective soul-snatching ritual."

"Okay, in that case, the soul-eating ghost that once accompanied Acier is the right choice." Lian wiped the blood from her lips, then moved to her nose, cheeks, eyes, forehead, and finally, Jarvas splashed the water in the basin onto the face of the Angel of Life.

Lian responded to this action by splashing water on Jarvas. Jarvas got a death stare. If looks could kill, Jarvas would be dead.

Lian snorted. "Or, you guys can join in the fight. Don't be lazy here. It's unfair that you guys keep reminding us to carry out our duties, even though you guys enjoy relaxing. Tch." The life-giving angel's spit almost hit Jarvas' palm.

Jarvas' reflex pulled his hand away. "Hah... Luckily I'm safe. I won't let you spit on me." Jarvas thought.

"You guys cowardly, irresponsible, weak, unreliable, like to be demanding, want to be a perfectionist-"

"Enough." Jarvas covered Lian's lips, his index finger pressed against the Angel of Giving Life's lips.

Lian pouted and pushed Jarvas's fingers away. She strangled the man's neck half hard but not enough to kill.

Putting aside a petty quarrel, a American shaman said something. "A soul-eating ghost is a hereditary ghost of the Ahio family. But its existence is now disturbed because Acier died. According to Fathur's last research, Acier, who carried out a forbidden ritual to save Ahio, accidentally took the Heirs of Ghost."

Ell explained. Ahio was in a bad mood, she moved away even though there was a lot of blood all over her body.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Fathur wanted to follow Ahio but was detained by Lian. "Leave her alone, she's been depressed lately." Still holding Fathur's hand, Lian grinned scaryly. "I can't wait to see her do something 'wow', depressed people usually do that, right?"

Jarvas stared at Lian in horror. "Nothing good can be expected from a bully."

Without feeling Jarvas took the basin of water, he stood up and prepared to return the basin to the kitchen.

Burhhhhhhkhhh!

"Kya! Damn Jarvas!"

In reality, Lian was doused with a basin of water, as a result, the angel gave life to bathing in the middle of the night.

***

Ahio returns to the tree where the ghost tree guard lives. Her usual appearance was holding a small water barrel and stroking the object.

Septhhh...

Ahio arrived right at the top of the tree face to face with the tree guard ghost.

"You are the remaining ghost, the last hope. As you asked, I brought head Kuyang's ghost and a human head."

Ahio stared emotionlessly. "Please accept it... My offering."

Two women's heads in Ahio disappeared into a small water barrel, through eye contact as mind link medium, Ahio flew to arrive right behind the tree ghost. The angel of death's hand reached out to touch a Ghost's Head.

The thick dark smoke of the angel of death's spiritual spirit came out and spread throughout Ahio's body, every skin and shirt that it passed through changed. Ahio switched, her blood-stained pajamas swapped to become the long white robe typical of kuntilanak ghosts.

The Milky Way explosion symbol moved to Ahio's forehead.

Meanwhile, in a faraway place and in a different situation, a series of accidents befell a flat car with a special license plate number, an Army car and a truck transporting an excavator heavy equipment.

The destination of the car by state security forces and the public was to go to the Zebua family mansion, which ended tragically in an accident.

All souls flew into the air. In another situation, the opposite is scary, a tree ghost's small barrel glows flickeringly.

Ahio opened her eyes.

"Thank you. I'm well waiting for the final extraction ritual to complete."

The angel of death teleported into the bedroom.

Sitting in a dark chair, the devil Lucifer smiled a wide psychopathic smile.

***

Before the water poured down on Ahio in the cold morning, she woke up without rubbing her eyes or stretching a Joint. The angel of death woke up looking straight a house that was silent and empty.

"This house is indeed too big for a family of three." The angel of death yawned sleepily.

Ahio went out to the kitchen to get water.

Grisek.

Crackshh.

Kresik.

Ahio's forehead furrowed, sneaking around to determine who this person was. The angel of death looked at the wall where a clock was.

Gluk.

The sound of gulping down a glob of saliva.

The clock showed 03.00 in the morning, Ahio was afraid. The cold temperature of the morning made the hairs on Ahio's neck stand up.

Dashhhhhhh!

A middle-aged maid who once took care of Ahio pounced on the angel of death. The middle-aged maid aunt opened her mouth.

"Grrraa!"

"Oh my God, her mouth stinks! I feel like Auntie's breath isn't this bad!" Ahio thought. She was desperately trying extra hard not to scream. The angel of death doesn't want to scream in the morning, if possible Enough She handles a maid.

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